Grandpa The third day of the first lunar month th birthday. Every year, he comes to pay New Year's greetings, which is just a good birthday. One year, when someone else was drinking, he became drunk when he smelled the smell of the wine.
However, he divorced in the late 1960s, and his courage and courage were extraordinary.
The father sent his uncle home and turned around and wanted to go home. The uncle told him to wait for a while. He came out soon after he went in, holding seven yuan in his hand and said, "I'll forget it, we can earn ten yuan this time, you can calculate it when you go back. You don't invest less, give you two yuan, won?"
Father didn't expect to earn so much, and he was very happy: "I spent less than five yuan, so I don't need so much."
"Then count as five yuan."
Father answered happily. He was so excited that he had to pay back the money when he sent the wheelbarrow home. The mother was also very happy to learn that her father had earned two dollars, but she opposed going to pay back the money so late.
The father understood his mother's concerns, "There are many troubles in front of the widow", but he still wanted to pay back the others quickly, for fear that it would be too late to make people miss it. He didn't have this idea when he didn't have money, but now he had this idea when he had money, and he couldn't even bear it for a night.
Mother said, "It's so late, why don't they go to bed early? I've already had a sleep."
Father said, "Did you forget? She nailed the cover and mat at home every night and tied a broom, and she still couldn't sleep at this point."
Mother had to let him.
Dahuang's family has never raised a dog in their lifetime, and no one has visited his family in their lifetime. In addition to his family, no matter how poor the whole village is, they have a native dog, , and some even have a cat. The dogs in this alley are already familiar with the sound of their father's footsteps, and the dogs don't bark when their father passes by.
My father opened the wooden door by himself, walked to the door as lightly as possible, and patted the door gently, and there was still an alert question from inside: "Who?"
My father whispered, "It's me."
My sister-in-law heard that it was my father's voice, and opened the door gently, dragged my father into the house and closed the door casually.
When there was no light inside the door, once the door was closed, even the stars outside were gone. My father felt like he was locked in a dark room, and once again felt an ambiguous atmosphere. A heat that made him ashamed spread throughout his body. He pretended to be calm, deliberately opened the distance, and acted like an open and honest man.
"Is it back? How is the matter done?"
"Repay it. Don't you pay back the money?"
"So fast? How much did you earn?"
"Two yuan."
"Not a lot. It only took two days to make a fortune, which is much better than my business."
"This is taking a lot of risks."
"Which one is not? Do you think I'm not afraid of people doing this? If someone reports it, I will have to fight to death if I don't sentence it."
"After hearing this, my father immediately realized that he had done something wrong. If someone knows how serious the consequences will be.
My father was stunned for a moment. He had never thought so seriously. He was so numb or excited by the lack of money that he was so excited that he was afraid. But now, he was awake and couldn't help but sweat all over.
"Don't be afraid either. If you stretch your head and shrink your head, you can't just watch it starve to death, right? Many people actually don't tell you, but there are still many kind-hearted people. If you are afraid, you are afraid of meeting ghosts."
After her comfort, my father was so relieved. Things have been done, what's the use of being afraid? What can I do if I don’t do that? And you have to do it, otherwise the hospital’s debts and the cooperative’s debts cannot be paid back, and you can’t live a lifelong debt.
When he thought about it this way, he was no longer afraid and felt calm.
"Quick into the house."
My father entered the house, and his face had not changed color yet, which was a little embarrassed.
My sister-in-law was tying a broom today. Several children filled the kang, and she could only tying on the ground in front of the kang. A piece of manuscript straw (a straw mat made of wheat straw) was laid on the ground, and a piece of coarse cloth was laid on it. There were some tied sweeping brooms piled up on the ground, as well as some untieted millet seedlings. They had been soaked in water and were a little wet, handfuls after hand.On the coarse cloth was the tool she had just untied from her body, with a belt on one end and a wooden board for her feet on the other, and a strong string was connected in the middle. Just use it to tighten it, wrap it in thin linen, and tie it tightly. Such a set of tools can be made by yourself without spending money.
"I'll tick a few, please see."
The widow's sister-in-law actually wore socks rarely, which is also rare in the countryside. Otherwise, it would be a little cold this day.
"You can do it even with shoes." My father thought to himself because he didn't have socks.
My sister-in-law was doing it while saying that the process was not difficult, but it was indeed not easy to tie it beautifully and firmly.
My sister-in-law also talked about how to harvest millet seedlings, how to soak them, how to pick them up, and how to tie them up. Finally, he said, "You can try it."
My father had long been eager to try it. He clumsyly made one, which was ugly. Just like when he was a child, he was just starting to make dumplings, and the dumplings he made could be seen in the pot at a glance.
He was a little ashamed and said, "I'm just wasting things for you."
"The first time I can till it, it won't be rough if I can till it like this. I'll be able to till a few more." While encouraging him, my sister-in-law picked up the fish knife of the broom and cut off all the threads, and let my father till it again.
This time, my father worked very slowly and tried to make it evenly. The ones that were tying out could be sold without dismantling them. Both of them were very happy.
"Your trading risk is too great, and I can't live without my uncle. If you can't do it, just do this. There are many rice bars and millet seedlings and farmers. They usually burn the fire, so they can sell them if they are less money. If you have time, I will teach you to nail the cover, sew grate , and tie rice broom ."
My father was very happy. Take out the money to pay it back. My sister-in-law said, "Don't be so anxious. Keep it as a notebook. I will win the prize when I pay it back during the Chinese New Year."
"That's not winning. It's easy to borrow and repay it, and it's not difficult to borrow it again. If you use it, I will repay it. The money is in my hands, and I can't keep it. I'll even lose the money after spending it." My father said hurriedly.
"Then I'll accept it first. You can pick it up when you use it, don't be embarrassed."
My father dared not stay for a long time, for fear that his mother would be suspicious, and for fear that outsiders would be utterly irresponsible, so he stood up and said goodbye to go home.
Just as I went out, my father saw a figure and flashed outside the wall and hurriedly left.
"Who is this? I lie on the widow's wall for half a night?" My father wanted to catch up and take a look, but he didn't dare. The good mood he had accumulated in the night suddenly became cold. "If he went out to talk nonsense, the trouble would be great." He thought worriedly.
